He hadn’t ever considered his name ‘regal’, but he’d take it with another light laugh and the audible snap of the wood coming together again. In the interim of their word play, he’d managed to build the back of the crib with little issue, and now reached along the latticework, smoothing out some of the edges with his earth magic. “Yes,” in agreement, to the top of the list.
As for the others, he hemmed and hawed silently. Ezekiel had been Noah’s brother’s name, if he could recall, and that wouldn’t go well. Instead of saying no outright though, he rattled off some others that might be contention, or hold water to her ears. “Ethan, Evan, Edgar?” Nothing quite as suitable as the one prior, but he also meandered around and away from any recruits or warriors he knew, either in the past or present. "Ernest...," then wrinkled his nose immediately in dislike. "Emile?"
As for the others, he hemmed and hawed silently. Ezekiel had been Noah’s brother’s name, if he could recall, and that wouldn’t go well. Instead of saying no outright though, he rattled off some others that might be contention, or hold water to her ears. “Ethan, Evan, Edgar?” Nothing quite as suitable as the one prior, but he also meandered around and away from any recruits or warriors he knew, either in the past or present. "Ernest...," then wrinkled his nose immediately in dislike. "Emile?"
deimos
Never let them drain the river of your soul
